A broken rock,
It does not moan...
I remember as
a child, learning...
Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...
The pen his sword and the parchment his...
His goal to press the enemy to fully yield...
I searched for God in temples
But nowhere was He found...
The clouds are all in focus
The vision is a blur...
I can see the storms are rising,
As my daytime turns to night...
Scorched is the land 'neath where my feet lie,
where rain burns black in the dark, night sky...
Five is a sweet number like a hive!
GOD wrote five commandments on each table of stone...
It has to be me - the only anti-depressant -
grinding gratitude journals into routines...
No one deserves to die nor be ridiculed because of...
All lives matter...
Once there was a kind little boy,
Who grew to be adolescent...